Thank you very much erotica!
What a pain in the gee you are.
Oh where are you prince charming?
Where is my hero?
Oh my heaving bosom!
What a crock of auld shite.
Where has this all led us to?
An evil place, where women just lay back waiting to be taken.
Like some cheap erotic novel heroine.
It’s almost as bad as wanking alone in the dark.
Why are book heroine’s such wretched lovers?
Oh I’m complicated, I have to be intense.
You got to stop laying there and push back!
Am I asking for too much?
Is it unwomanly to be, you know, assertive in bed?
All I want is a woman who will choke me and show me she has spunk.
Really is that too much?
I want to read about a woman who is a wild harlot.
Chewing men up and spitting them out.
Though a lady never spits.
I want to read about a woman like me.
Now it’s making sense.
I’m in love with me!
How could I have not seen this before?
After all, I am a total ride.
Roberta Indiana, where are you?